Depression Poems
#depression
Depression takes a person beyond feelings of sadness, to a very dark and lonely place. Poetry about depression offers the reader a glimpse into this darkness and isolation. Depression is a serious mental disorder. A creative outlet, like writing poetry, can offer relief to some sufferers.
Unspoken
She said
It must be nice to wake up looking like that
To not see her face in my reflection
How dare I despise
The sadness held in her eyes
Envious hope unbearable
A glimpse of false vicariousity
Couldn’t say that it’s nice
To wake up another day
Late to my grave
I didn’t say
We see the same things in different greys
Feel the pressure of shades and layers
Beneath our days
It must be nice to wake up looking like that
To not see her face in my reflection
How dare I despise
The sadness held in her eyes
Envious hope unbearable
A glimpse of false vicariousity
Couldn’t say that it’s nice
To wake up another day
Late to my grave
I didn’t say
We see the same things in different greys
Feel the pressure of shades and layers
Beneath our days
#anger
#depression
#hate
#shame
#bittersweet
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the darkness only takes bodies not hands
I look around
at all the people I care about
and I see them suffering
and I can't save them
from the darkness
because the only way out
is through
and I'm only
one pair of hands
These days feel like swimming
under a black moonless sky
the shore obscured by waves
and there's water reaching
for my lungs
as I struggle to breathe
and how can I save anyone
when all I think about
is dying
and how I don't really want to
but I'm not sure how to live
in a world that wasn't made ...
at all the people I care about
and I see them suffering
and I can't save them
from the darkness
because the only way out
is through
and I'm only
one pair of hands
These days feel like swimming
under a black moonless sky
the shore obscured by waves
and there's water reaching
for my lungs
as I struggle to breathe
and how can I save anyone
when all I think about
is dying
and how I don't really want to
but I'm not sure how to live
in a world that wasn't made ...
#depression
#friendship
#MentalHealth
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The Parting Gift
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#death
#MentalHealth
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tripping downhill
the descent is rising;
my features are freezing,
I find myself staring at nothing in particular,
there's a numbness creeping about.
apathy is increasing and my thoughts are turning bitter,
my mind is becoming distrustful of all things good.
my heart shelters in place.
I'm empty and devoid of feeling.
I see you darkness,
you always know how to greet me old friend.
can you pencil me in?
I think I'll stay awhile.
darkness will you hold me?
I have missed the solemn solace of your embrace.
you filter the world...
my features are freezing,
I find myself staring at nothing in particular,
there's a numbness creeping about.
apathy is increasing and my thoughts are turning bitter,
my mind is becoming distrustful of all things good.
my heart shelters in place.
I'm empty and devoid of feeling.
I see you darkness,
you always know how to greet me old friend.
can you pencil me in?
I think I'll stay awhile.
darkness will you hold me?
I have missed the solemn solace of your embrace.
you filter the world...
#depression
#dark
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
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Dangling images like a web of lies
I sat back and watched the lies scattered cross the
room like a spider web.
Spreading like a fire,
But dangling imaginary visions in front of me like
a spider....
Suddenly my head is spinning.
Heart, body, mind and soul at war.
But, what am I fighting for?
Some how I feel clueless,
But It's familiar because I've been through this
over and over again.
I may not know what love is,
But I know it isn't suppose to break me.
room like a spider web.
Spreading like a fire,
But dangling imaginary visions in front of me like
a spider....
Suddenly my head is spinning.
Heart, body, mind and soul at war.
But, what am I fighting for?
Some how I feel clueless,
But It's familiar because I've been through this
over and over again.
I may not know what love is,
But I know it isn't suppose to break me.
#anger
#depression
#frustration #hurt
#frustration #hurt
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All The Things I Am Not
#depression
#MentalHealth
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go tell the wind
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and
often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
go tell the wind blow gently on my sorrow,
that i may hope retain to face tomorrow;
compass me not with unrelenting anger,
where i'm already chased by pregnant danger.
go tell the tears to wait a little longer,
till i have learnt to be a little stronger;
submerge me not in spate, o mighty river,
nor in your spite make me a short-lived liver.
entreat my heart to pound a bit more...
often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
go tell the wind blow gently on my sorrow,
that i may hope retain to face tomorrow;
compass me not with unrelenting anger,
where i'm already chased by pregnant danger.
go tell the tears to wait a little longer,
till i have learnt to be a little stronger;
submerge me not in spate, o mighty river,
nor in your spite make me a short-lived liver.
entreat my heart to pound a bit more...
#sadness
#depression
#grief
#hope
#death
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Over and over
sometimes,
in the search for pleasure,
everything we find
It's a bucket full of shit.
and the sewer of feelings
runs like a river of lava
and nothing washes the insides
of the one I thought I loved.
and the torrential rain in free fall
like piss in sweet urinals
no care, no cleanliness... with no body.
and the bread that the devil kneaded
and the hand that no one held like that
and the blood, flows, flows... the blood
apparently the blood runs into the river.
sometimes after much searching ...
in the search for pleasure,
everything we find
It's a bucket full of shit.
and the sewer of feelings
runs like a river of lava
and nothing washes the insides
of the one I thought I loved.
and the torrential rain in free fall
like piss in sweet urinals
no care, no cleanliness... with no body.
and the bread that the devil kneaded
and the hand that no one held like that
and the blood, flows, flows... the blood
apparently the blood runs into the river.
sometimes after much searching ...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#emptiness
#apathy
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The Woman in the Black Dress
#depression
#heartbroken
#breakup
#secrets
#UnrequitedLove
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The Prayer
#sadness
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#despair
#prayer
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Insomnia
Today is day three of restless, sleepless nights
I’ve called out of work, can’t focus, called out twice
I’ve taken my pills, but they don’t help me sleep
I’m tossing in bed, now I’m starting to weep
I’m crying and shaking, I sit down outside
Can’t control my emotions, I’m empty inside
I feel like I’m lonely, feel sad and depressed
No sleep isn’t helping, it’s all ’cause of stress
But there’s nothing in life that’s bothering me
I don’t care about me, hold my breath, count to three
I don’t care that you left, you are better off now ...
I’ve called out of work, can’t focus, called out twice
I’ve taken my pills, but they don’t help me sleep
I’m tossing in bed, now I’m starting to weep
I’m crying and shaking, I sit down outside
Can’t control my emotions, I’m empty inside
I feel like I’m lonely, feel sad and depressed
No sleep isn’t helping, it’s all ’cause of stress
But there’s nothing in life that’s bothering me
I don’t care about me, hold my breath, count to three
I don’t care that you left, you are better off now ...
#depression
#alcohol
#insomnia
#addiction
#MentalHealth
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Subtle Thoughts of Autumn
The rain falls all around me.
Its gentle, soothing music like golden chimes.
There are colors in the wind.
Reds and blues, the slight breath
of leaves in autumn.
Like fingers lightly slipping down my spine.
I am deeply hurting.
A soft infatuation.
It stings to think of him.
I gently glide my fingers through my hair,
its sweet perfume of roses and snow
rushing to greet me.
I dream of falling snowflakes,
feel deep inside me the heartbeat throb
of sadness. I turn to leave,
and instead of saying goodbye, ...
Its gentle, soothing music like golden chimes.
There are colors in the wind.
Reds and blues, the slight breath
of leaves in autumn.
Like fingers lightly slipping down my spine.
I am deeply hurting.
A soft infatuation.
It stings to think of him.
I gently glide my fingers through my hair,
its sweet perfume of roses and snow
rushing to greet me.
I dream of falling snowflakes,
feel deep inside me the heartbeat throb
of sadness. I turn to leave,
and instead of saying goodbye, ...
#love
#depression
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